O! Each of ye fetid fart bags!Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd;No reckoning made, but sent to my accountWith all my imperfections on my head. At least I still wander these hallowed halls.

Now but how sad doth my heart turneth,For in every corner of this belov'd sietch I searchIn vain, seeking that stunted half-worm, half-man,The bane of my dreams, that villain whose absenceBrings such pain.

He is Gone! He is Gone, and not returned,Nine hundred days or more, and without his foilMy wit grows dull, sand drags at my feet,And I wish to lay in the cool waters, forever,Alone.

................ I exist only to amuse myself ................

I personally feel that this message board, Jacurutu, is full of hateful folks who don't know how to fully interact with people. ~ "Spice Grandson" (Bryon Merrit) 08 June 2008